The Diary of Samuel Pepys, by Samuel Pepys

March 1661–1662

March 1st. This morning I paid Sir W. Batten £40, which I have owed him this half year, having borrowed it
of him. Then to the office all the morning, so dined at home, and after dinner comes my uncle Thomas, with whom I had
some high words of difference, but ended quietly, though I fear I shall do no good by fair means upon him. Thence my
wife and I by coach, first to see my little picture that is a drawing, and thence to the Opera, and there saw “Romeo
and Juliet,” the first time it was ever acted; but it is a play of itself the worst that ever I heard in my life, and
the worst acted that ever I saw these people do, and I am resolved to go no more to see the first time of acting, for
they were all of them out more or less. Thence home, and after supper and wrote by the post, I settled to what I had
long intended, to cast up my accounts with myself, and after much pains to do it and great fear, I do find that I am
1500 in money beforehand in the world, which I was afraid I was not, but I find that I had spent above £250 this last
half year, which troubles me much, but by God’s blessing I am resolved to take up, having furnished myself with all
things for a great while, and tomorrow to think upon some rules and obligations upon myself to walk by. So with my mind
eased of a great deal of trouble, though with no great content to find myself above £100 worse now than I was half a
year ago, I went to bed.

2nd (Lord’s day). With my mind much eased talking long in bed with my wife about our frugall life for the
time to come, proposing to her what I could and would do if I were worth £2,000, that is, be a knight, and keep my
coach, which pleased her,1 and so I do hope we shall hereafter live to save something, for I am resolved to
keep myself by rules from expenses. To church in the morning: none in the pew but myself. So home to dinner, and after
dinner came Sir William and talked with me till church time, and then to church, where at our going out I was at a loss
by Sir W. Pen’s putting me upon it whether to take my wife or Mrs. Martha (who alone was there), and I began to take my
wife, but he jogged me, and so I took Martha, and led her down before him and my wife. So set her at home, and Sir
William and my wife and I to walk in the garden, and anon hearing that Sir G. Carteret had sent to see whether we were
at home or no, Sir William and I went to his house, where we waited a good while, they being at prayers, and by and by
we went up to him; there the business was about hastening the East India ships, about which we are to meet tomorrow in
the afternoon. So home to my house, and Sir William supped with me, and so to bed.

1 Lord Braybrooke wrote, “This reminds me of a story of my father’s, when he was of Merton College, and
heard Bowen the porter wish that he had £100 a-year, to enable him to keep a couple of hunters and a pack of
foxhounds.”

3rd. All the morning at home about business with my brother Tom, and then with Mr. Moore, and then I set to
make some strict rules for my future practice in my expenses, which I did bind myself in the presence of God by oath to
observe upon penalty therein set down, and I do not doubt but hereafter to give a good account of my time and to grow
rich, for I do find a great deal more of content in these few days, that I do spend well about my business, than in all
the pleasure of a whole week, besides the trouble which I remember I always have after that for the expense of my
money. Dined at home, and then up to my chamber again about business, and so to the office about despatching of the
East India ships, where we staid till 8 at night, and then after I had been at Sir W. Pen’s awhile discoursing with him
and Mr. Kenard the joiner about the new building in his house, I went home, where I found a vessel of oysters sent me
from Chatham, so I fell to eat some and then to supper, and so after the barber had done to bed. I am told that this
day the Parliament hath voted 2s. per annum for every chimney in England, as a constant revenue for ever to the
Crown.1

1 Although fumage or smoke money was as old as the Conquest, the first parliamentary levy of hearth or
chimney money was by statute 13 and 14 Car. II., c. 10, which gave the king an hereditary revenue of two shillings
annually upon every hearth in all houses paying church or poor rate. This act was repealed by statute I William and
Mary, c. 10, it being declared in the preamble as “not only a great oppression to the poorer sort, but a badge of
slavery upon the whole people, exposing every man’s house to be entered into and searched at pleasure by persons
unknown to him.”

4th. At the office all the morning, dined at home at noon, and then to the office again in the afternoon to
put things in order there, my mind being very busy in settling the office to ourselves, I having now got distinct
offices for the other two. By and by Sir W. Pen and I and my wife in his coach to Moore Fields, where we walked a great
while, though it was no fair weather and cold; and after our walk we went to the Pope’s Head, and eat cakes and other
fine things, and so home, and I up to my chamber to read and write, and so to bed.

5th. In the morning to the Painter’s about my little picture. Thence to Tom’s about business, and so to the
pewterer’s, to buy a poore’s-box to put my forfeits in, upon breach of my late vows. So to the Wardrobe and dined, and
thence home and to my office, and there sat looking over my papers of my voyage, when we fetched over the King, and
tore so many of these that were worth nothing, as filled my closet as high as my knees. I staid doing this till 10 at
night, and so home and to bed.

6th. Up early, my mind full of business, then to the office, where the two Sir Williams and I spent the
morning passing the victualler’s accounts, the first I have had to do withal. Then home, where my Uncle Thomas (by
promise and his son Tom) were come to give me his answer whether he would have me go to law or arbitracon with him, but
he is unprovided to answer me, and desires two days more. I left them to dine with my wife, and myself to Mr. Gauden
and the two knights at dinner at the Dolphin, and thence after dinner to the office back again till night, we having
been these four or five days very full of business, and I thank God I am well pleased with it, and hope I shall
continue of that temper, which God grant. So after a little being at Sir W. Batten’s with Sir G. Carteret talking, I
went home, and so to my chamber, and then to bed, my mind somewhat troubled about Brampton affairs. This night my new
camelott riding coat to my coloured cloth suit came home. More news today of our losses at Brampton by the late
storm.

7th. Early to White Hall to the chappell, where by Mr. Blagrave’s means I got into his pew, and heard Dr.
Creeton, the great Scotchman, preach before the King, and Duke and Duchess, upon the words of Micah:—“Roule yourselves
in dust.” He made a most learned sermon upon the words; but, in his application, the most comical man that ever I heard
in my life. Just such a man as Hugh Peters; saying that it had been better for the poor Cavalier never to have come
with the King into England again; for he that hath the impudence to deny obedience to the lawful magistrate, and to
swear to the oath of allegiance, &c., was better treated now-a-days in Newgate, than a poor Royalist, that hath
suffered all his life for the King, is at White Hall among his friends. He discoursed much against a man’s lying with
his wife in Lent, saying that he might be as incontinent during that time with his own wife as at another time in
another man’s bed. Thence with Mr. Moore to Whitehall and walked a little, and so to the Wardrobe to dinner, and so
home to the office about business till late at night by myself, and so home and to bed.

8th. By coach with both Sir Williams to Westminster; this being a great day there in the House to pass the
business for chimney-money, which was done. In the Hall I met with Serjeant Pierce; and he and I to drink a cup of ale
at the Swan, and there he told me how my Lady Monk hath disposed of all the places which Mr. Edwd. Montagu hoped to
have had, as he was Master of the Horse to the Queen; which I am afraid will undo him, because he depended much upon
the profit of what he should make by these places. He told me, also, many more scurvy stories of him and his brother
Ralph, which troubles me to hear of persons of honour as they are. About one o’clock with both Sir Williams and
another, one Sir Rich. Branes, to the Trinity House, but came after they had dined, so we had something got ready for
us. Here Sir W. Batten was taken with a fit of coughing that lasted a great while and made him very ill, and so he went
home sick upon it. Sir W. Pen. and I to the office, whither afterward came Sir G. Carteret; and we sent for Sir Thos.
Allen, one of the Aldermen of the City, about the business of one Colonel Appesley, whom we had taken counterfeiting of
bills with all our hands and the officers of the yards, so well counterfeited that I should never have mistrusted them.
We staid about this business at the office till ten at night, and at last did send him with a constable to the Counter;
and did give warrants for the seizing of a complice of his, one Blinkinsopp. So home and wrote to my father, and so to
bed.

9th (Lord’s day). Church in the morning: dined at home, then to Church again and heard Mr. Naylor, whom I
knew formerly of Keye’s College, make a most eloquent sermon. Thence to Sir W. Batten’s to see how he did, then to walk
an hour with Sir W. Pen in the garden: then he in to supper with me at my house, and so to prayers and to bed.

10th. At the office doing business all the morning, and my wife being gone to buy some things in the city I
dined with Sir W. Batten, and in the afternoon met Sir W. Pen at the Treasury Office, and there paid off the Guift,
where late at night, and so called in and eat a bit at Sir W. Batten’s again, and so home and to bed, tomorrow being
washing day.

11th. At the office all the morning, and all the afternoon rummaging of papers in my chamber, and tearing
some and sorting others till late at night, and so to bed, my wife being not well all this day. This afternoon Mrs.
Turner and The. came to see me, her mother not having been abroad many a day before, but now is pretty well again and
has made me one of the first visits.

12th. At the office from morning till night putting of papers in order, that so I may have my office in an
orderly condition. I took much pains in sorting and folding of papers. Dined at home, and there came Mrs. Goldsborough
about her old business, but I did give her a short answer and sent away. This morning we had news from Mr. Coventry,
that Sir G. Downing (like a perfidious rogue, though the action is good and of service to the King,1 yet he
cannot with any good conscience do it) hath taken Okey, Corbet, and Barkestead at Delfe, in Holland, and sent them home
in the Blackmore. Sir W. Pen, talking to me this afternoon of what a strange thing it is for Downing to do this, he
told me of a speech he made to the Lords States of Holland, telling them to their faces that he observed that he was
not received with the respect and observance now, that he was when he came from the traitor and rebell Cromwell: by
whom, I am sure, he hath got all he hath in the world — and they know it too.2

1 (“And hail the treason though we hate the traitor.”) On the 21st Charles returned his formal thanks to
the States for their assistance in the matter. — B.

2 Charles, when residing at Brussels, went to the Hague at night to pay a secret visit to his sister, the
Princess of Orange. After his arrival, “an old reverend-like man, with a long grey beard and ordinary grey clothes,”
entered the inn and begged for a private interview. He then fell on his knees, and pulling off his disguise, discovered
himself to be Mr. Downing, then ambassador from Cromwell to the States–General. He informed Charles that the Dutch had
guaranteed to the English Commonwealth to deliver him into their hands should he ever set foot in their territory. This
warning probably saved Charles’s liberty. — M. B.

13th. All day, either at the office or at home, busy about business till late at night, I having lately
followed my business much, I find great pleasure in it, and a growing content.

14th. At the office all the morning. At noon Sir W. Pen and I making a bargain with the workmen about his
house, at which I did see things not so well contracted for as I would have, and I was vexed and made him so too to see
me so critical in the agreement. Home to dinner. In the afternoon came the German Dr. Kuffler,1 to discourse
with us about his engine to blow up ships. We doubted not the matter of fact, it being tried in Cromwell’s time, but
the safety of carrying them in ships; but he do tell us, that when he comes to tell the King his secret (for none but
the Kings, successively, and their heirs must know it), it will appear to be of no danger at all. We concluded nothing;
but shall discourse with the Duke of York tomorrow about it. In the afternoon, after we had done with him, I went to
speak with my uncle Wight and found my aunt to have been ill a good while of a miscarriage, I staid and talked with her
a good while. Thence home, where I found that Sarah the maid had been very ill all day, and my wife fears that she will
have an ague, which I am much troubled for. Thence to my lute, upon which I have not played a week or two, and trying
over the two songs of “Nulla, nulla,” &c., and “Gaze not on Swans,” which Mr. Berkenshaw set for me a little while
ago, I find them most incomparable songs as he has set them, of which I am not a little proud, because I am sure none
in the world has them but myself, not so much as he himself that set them. So to bed.

1 This is the secret of Cornelius van Drebbel (1572–1634), which is referred to again by Pepys on
November 11th, 1663. Johannes Siberius Kuffler was originally a dyer at Leyden, who married Drebbel’s daughter. In the
“Calendar of State Papers, Domestic,” 1661–62 (p. 327), is the following entry: “Request of Johannes Siberius Kuffler
and Jacob Drebble for a trial of their father Cornelius Drebble’s secret of sinking or destroying ships in a moment;
and if it succeed, for a reward of £10,000. The secret was left them by will, to preserve for the English crown before
any other state.” Cornelius van Drebbel settled in London, where he died. James I. took some interest in him, and is
said to have interfered when he was in prison in Austria and in danger of execution.

15th. With Sir G. Carteret and both the Sir Williams at Whitehall to wait on the Duke in his chamber, which
we did about getting money for the Navy and other things. So back again to the office all the morning. Thence to the
Exchange to hire a ship for the Maderas, but could get none. Then home to dinner, and Sir G. Carteret and I all the
afternoon by ourselves upon business in the office till late at night. So to write letters and home to bed. Troubled at
my maid’s being ill.

16th (Lord’s day). This morning, till churches were done, I spent going from one church to another and
hearing a bit here and a bit there. So to the Wardrobe to dinner with the young Ladies, and then into my Lady’s chamber
and talked with her a good while, and so walked to White Hall, an hour or two in the Park, which is now very pleasant.
Here the King and Duke came to see their fowl play. The Duke took very civil notice of me. So walked home, calling at
Tom’s, giving him my resolution about my boy’s livery. Here I spent an hour walking in the garden with Sir W. Pen, and
then my wife and I thither to supper, where his son William is at home not well. But all things, I fear, do not go well
with them; they look discontentedly, but I know not what ails them. Drinking of cold small beer here I fell ill, and
was forced to go out and vomit, and so was well again and went home by and by to bed. Fearing that Sarah would continue
ill, wife and I removed this night to our matted chamber and lay there.

17th. All the morning at the office by myself about setting things in order there, and so at noon to the
Exchange to see and be seen, and so home to dinner and then to the office again till night, and then home and after
supper and reading a while to bed. Last night the Blackmore pink1 brought the three prisoners, Barkestead,
Okey, and Corbet, to the Tower, being taken at Delfe in Holland; where, the Captain tells me, the Dutch were a good
while before they could be persuaded to let them go, they being taken prisoners in their land. But Sir G. Downing would
not be answered so: though all the world takes notice of him for a most ungrateful villain for his pains.

1 A “pink” was a form of vessel now obsolete, and had a very narrow stern. The “Blackmoor” was a
sixth-rate of twelve guns, built at Chatham by Captain Tayler in 1656.

18th. All the morning at the office with Sir W. Pen. Dined at home, and Luellin and Blurton with me. After
dinner to the office again, where Sir G. Carteret and we staid awhile, and then Sir W. Pen and I on board some of the
ships now fitting for East Indys and Portugall, to see in what forwardness they are, and so back home again, and I
write to my father by the post about Brampton Court, which is now coming on. But that which troubles me is that my
Father has now got an ague that I fear may endanger his life. So to bed.

19th. All the morning and afternoon at my office putting things in order, and in the evening I do begin to
digest my uncle the Captain’s papers into one book, which I call my Brampton book, for the clearer understanding things
how they are with us. So home and supper and to bed. This noon came a letter from T. Pepys, the turner, in answer to
one of mine the other day to him, wherein I did cheque him for not coming to me, as he had promised, with his and his
father’s resolucion about the difference between us. But he writes to me in the very same slighting terms that I did to
him, without the least respect at all, but word for word as I did him, which argues a high and noble spirit in him,
though it troubles me a little that he should make no more of my anger, yet I cannot blame him for doing so, he being
the elder brother’s son, and not depending upon me at all.

20th. At my office all the morning, at noon to the Exchange, and so home to dinner, and then all the
afternoon at the office till late at night, and so home and to bed, my mind in good ease when I mind business, which
methinks should be a good argument to me never to do otherwise.

21st. With Sir W. Batten by water to Whitehall, and he to Westminster. I went to see Sarah and my Lord’s
lodgings, which are now all in dirt, to be repaired against my Lord’s coming from sea with the Queen. Thence to
Westminster Hall; and there walked up and down and heard the great difference that hath been between my Lord Chancellor
and my Lord of Bristol, about a proviso that my Lord Chancellor would have brought into the Bill for Conformity, that
it shall be in the power of the King, when he sees fit, to dispense with the Act of Conformity; and though it be
carried in the House of Lords, yet it is believed it will hardly pass in the Commons. Here I met with Chetwind, Parry,
and several others, and went to a little house behind the Lords’ house to drink some wormwood ale, which doubtless was
a bawdy house, the mistress of the house having the look and dress: Here we staid till noon and then parted, I by water
to the Wardrobe to meet my wife, but my Lady and they had dined, and so I dined with the servants, and then up to my
Lady, and there staid and talked a good while, and then parted and walked into Cheapside, and there saw my little
picture, for which I am to sit again the next week. So home, and staid late writing at my office, and so home and to
bed, troubled that now my boy is also fallen sick of an ague we fear.

22nd. At the office all the morning. At noon Sir Williams both and I by water down to the Lewes, Captain
Dekins, his ship, a merchantman, where we met the owners, Sir John Lewes and Alderman Lewes, and several other great
merchants; among others one Jefferys, a merry man that is a fumbler, and he and I called brothers, and he made all the
mirth in the company. We had a very fine dinner, and all our wives’ healths, with seven or nine guns apiece; and
exceeding merry we were, and so home by barge again, and I vexed to find Griffin leave the office door open, and had a
design to have carried away the screw or the carpet in revenge to him, but at last I would not, but sent for him and
chid him, and so to supper and to bed, having drank a great deal of wine.

23rd (Lord’s day). This morning was brought me my boy’s fine livery, which is very handsome, and I do think
to keep to black and gold lace upon gray, being the colour of my arms, for ever. To church in the morning, and so home
with Sir W. Batten, and there eat some boiled great oysters, and so home, and while I was at dinner with my wife I was
sick, and was forced to vomit up my oysters again, and then I was well. By and by a coach came to call me by my
appointment, and so my wife and I carried to Westminster to Mrs. Hunt’s, and I to Whitehall, Worcester House, and to my
Lord Treasurer’s to have found Sir G. Carteret, but missed in all these places. So back to White Hall, and there met
with Captn. Isham, this day come from Lisbon, with letters from the Queen to the King. And he did give me letters which
speak that our fleet is all at Lisbon;1 and that the Queen do not intend to embarque sooner than tomorrow
come fortnight. So having sent for my wife, she and I to my Lady Sandwich, and after a short visit away home. She home,
and I to Sir G. Carteret’s about business, and so home too, and Sarah having her fit we went to bed.

1 One of these letters was probably from John Creed. Mr. S. J. Davey, of 47, Great Russell Street,
Bloomsbury, in 1889 had in his possession nine long letters from Creed to Pepys. In the first of these, dated from
Lisbon, March, 1662, Creed wrote: “My Lord Embassador doth all he can to hasten the Queen’s Majestie’s embarquement,
there being reasons enough against suffering any unnecessary delay.” There appear to have been considerable delays in
the arrangements for the following declaration of Charles II. was dated June 22nd, 1661: “Charles R. Whereas his Maj.
is resolved to declare, under his Royall hand and seale, the most illustrious Lady Infanta of Portugall to be his
lawfull wife, before the Treaty shall be signed by the King of Portugall; which is to be done only for the better
expediting the marriage, without sending to Rome for a dispensation, which the laws of Portugall would require if the
said most Illustrious Infanta were to be betrothed in that Kingdome,” &c.

24th. Early Sir G. Carteret, both Sir Williams and I on board the Experiment, to dispatch her away, she
being to carry things to the Madeiras with the East Indy fleet. Here (Sir W. Pen going to Deptford to send more hands)
we staid till noon talking, and eating and drinking a good ham of English bacon, and having put things in very good
order home, where I found Jane, my old maid, come out of the country, and I have a mind to have her again. By and by
comes La Belle Pierce to see my wife, and to bring her a pair of peruques of hair, as the fashion now is for ladies to
wear; which are pretty, and are of my wife’s own hair, or else I should not endure them. After a good whiles stay, I
went to see if any play was acted, and I found none upon the post, it being Passion week. So home again, and took water
with them towards Westminster; but as we put off with the boat Griffin came after me to tell me that Sir G. Carteret
and the rest were at the office, so I intended to see them through the bridge and come back again, but the tide being
against us, when we were almost through we were carried back again with much danger, and Mrs. Pierce was much afeard
and frightened. So I carried them to the other side and walked to the Beare, and sent them away, and so back again
myself to the office, but finding nobody there I went again to the Old Swan, and thence by water to the New Exchange,
and there found them, and thence by coach carried my wife to Bowes to buy something, and while they were there went to
Westminster Hall, and there bought Mr. Grant’s book of observations upon the weekly bills of mortality, which appear to
me upon first sight to be very pretty. So back again and took my wife, calling at my brother Tom’s, whom I found full
of work, which I am glad of, and thence at the New Exchange and so home, and I to Sir W. Batten’s, and supped there out
of pure hunger and to save getting anything ready at home, which is a thing I do not nor shall not use to do. So home
and to bed.

26th. Up early. This being, by God’s great blessing, the fourth solemn day of my cutting for the stone this
day four years, and am by God’s mercy in very good health, and like to do well, the Lord’s name be praised for it. To
the office and Sir G. Carteret’s all the morning about business. At noon come my good guests, Madame Turner, The., and
Cozen Norton, and a gentleman, one Mr. Lewin of the King’s Life–Guard; by the same token he told us of one of his
fellows killed this morning in a duel. I had a pretty dinner for them, viz., a brace of stewed carps, six roasted
chickens, and a jowl of salmon, hot, for the first course; a tanzy1 and two neats’ tongues, and cheese the
second; and were very merry all the afternoon, talking and singing and piping upon the flageolette. In the evening they
went with great pleasure away, and I with great content and my wife walked half an hour in the garden, and so home to
supper and to bed. We had a man-cook to dress dinner today, and sent for Jane to help us, and my wife and she agreed at
£3 a year (she would not serve under) till both could be better provided, and so she stays with us, and I hope we shall
do well if poor Sarah were but rid of her ague.

1 Tansy (tanacetum), a herb from which puddings were made. Hence any pudding of the kind. Selden (“Table
Talk”) says: “Our tansies at Easter have reference to the bitter herbs.” See in Wordsworth’s “University Life in the
Eighteenth Century” recipes for “an apple tansey,” “a bean tansey,” and “a gooseberry tansey.”— M. B.

27th. Early Sir G. Carteret, both Sir Williams and I by coach to Deptford, it being very windy and rainy
weather, taking a codd and some prawnes in Fish Street with us. We settled to pay the Guernsey, a small ship, but come
to a great deal of money, it having been unpaid ever since before the King came in, by which means not only the King
pays wages while the ship has lain still, but the poor men have most of them been forced to borrow all the money due
for their wages before they receive it, and that at a dear rate, God knows, so that many of them had very little to
receive at the table, which grieved me to see it. To dinner, very merry. Then Sir George to London, and we again to the
pay, and that done by coach home again and to the office, doing some business, and so home and to bed.

28th (Good Friday). At home all the morning, and dined with my wife, a good dinner. At my office all the
afternoon. At night to my chamber to read and sing, and so to supper and to bed.

29th. At the office all the morning. Then to the Wardrobe, and there coming late dined with the people
below. Then up to my Lady, and staid two hours talking with her about her family business with great content and
confidence in me. So calling at several places I went home, where my people are getting the house clean against
tomorrow. I to the office and wrote several letters by post, and so home and to bed.

30th (Easter day). Having my old black suit new furbished, I was pretty neat in clothes today, and my boy,
his old suit new trimmed, very handsome. To church in the morning, and so home, leaving the two Sir Williams to take
the Sacrament, which I blame myself that I have hitherto neglected all my life, but once or twice at
Cambridge.1 Dined with my wife, a good shoulder of veal well dressed by Jane, and handsomely served to
table, which pleased us much, and made us hope that she will serve our turn well enough. My wife and I to church in the
afternoon, and seated ourselves, she below me, and by that means the precedence of the pew, which my Lady Batten and
her daughter takes, is confounded; and after sermon she and I did stay behind them in the pew, and went out by
ourselves a good while after them, which we judge a very fine project hereafter to avoyd contention. So my wife and I
to walk an hour or two on the leads, which begins to be very pleasant, the garden being in good condition. So to
supper, which is also well served in. We had a lobster to supper, with a crabb Pegg Pen sent my wife this afternoon,
the reason of which we cannot think; but something there is of plot or design in it, for we have a little while carried
ourselves pretty strange to them. After supper to bed.

1 This does not accord with the certificate which Dr. Mines wrote in 1681, where he says that Pepys was a
constant communicant. See Life of Pepys in vol. i.

31st. This morning Mr. Coventry and all our company met at the office about some business of the
victualling, which being dispatched we parted. I to my Lord Crew’s to dinner (in my way calling upon my brother Tom,
with whom I staid a good while and talked, and find him a man like to do well, which contents me much), where used with
much respect, and talking with him about my Lord’s debts, and whether we should make use of an offer of Sir G.
Carteret’s to lend my Lady 4 or £500, he told me by no means, we must not oblige my Lord to him, and by the by he made
a question whether it was not my Lord’s interest a little to appear to the King in debt, and for people to clamor
against him as well as others for their money, that by that means the King and the world may see that he do lay out for
the King’s honour upon his own main stock, which many he tells me do, that in fine if there be occasion he and I will
be bound for it. Thence to Sir Thomas Crew’s lodgings. He hath been ill, and continues so, under fits of apoplexy.
Among other things, he and I did discourse much of Mr. Montagu’s base doings, and the dishonour that he will do my
Lord, as well as cheating him of 2 or £3,000, which is too true. Thence to the play, where coming late, and meeting
with Sir W. Pen, who had got room for my wife and his daughter in the pit, he and I into one of the boxes, and there we
sat and heard “The Little Thiefe,” a pretty play and well done. Thence home, and walked in the garden with them, and
then to the house to supper and sat late talking, and so to bed.